by Wayne23 » Tue Jun 18, 2019 4:09 pm
3/2: We play #6 seed, Hawaii, 12-16, 7-9, in the quarter finals. We beat them by 19 at home, lost by 8 there. The game is rated a toss up.
3/3: 79-75. We led by 13 with 1:58 to play. They scored the last 9 points of the game but the final score was as close as they got. Miel played only 11 minutes due to fouls, including one terrible call and one bad one. PF Cory Thon picked up the slack, getting 22 and 10. PG Rob Moby had 18, 4, 6, and SG Bo Foye had 13.
Interestingly enough we’ve only had a single one possession game all season, which we won over CS-Fullerton by 3.
#7 seed UC-Riverside, 13-15, 6-10, was an upset winner. We play them in the semis. We won by 18 at home, lost by 11 there. They’re favored by 1 ½.
3/4: 84-81. The closest, most competitive game I’ve ever coached. 28 lead changes, 13 ties, never more than 7 points difference. Sal Miel was immense with 37 and 10.
At the end he scored on a layup, blocked a shot, came down and hit two free throws with 1.1 left. 12, 5, 6 for SG Bo Foye. +16 RBs. 22 TOs but they also had 22.
#4 seed UC-Irvine, 16-13, 8-8, for the title. Cal Poly6 absolutely ruled the conference in the regular season but they got blown out in the quarters. We split with UC-Irvine, each of us winning on the other’s court. They’re favored by 5 ½. I feel like if we play really well we can beat them, maybe should beat them.
3/5: 59-79. We were awful, and never in it. 16, 9 for Miel, 15, 7 for Thon, but no one else did anything.
23-8, RPI #71. We’ll be invited somewhere, I think.
3/12: NIT #5 West. We play #4 Butler, 18-13. Tough matchup for us, especially outside.
3/14: 61-85. As in our last game we just weren’t in the game. 19, 7 for Sal Miel, 18, 9 for Cory Thon, not much from anyone else.
Pretty good first season until the last two games.
4/3: #1 Duke is the champ.
4/4: Awards: Senior Sal Miel is Big West POY and 1st team along with junior C Cory Thon and soph PG Rob Moby. Senior Guard Bo Foye makes the 2nd team and I am named Conf. COY.
4/9: A couple of teams that would be a step up offer, but neither is really a good situation. I’m staying another year.
4/16: We get 3 late signees, a PF, #135, an SG, #168, a PG, #217. Whew!
4/23: I ask for money. WE get $8,000. That should allow us to buy the West Gold report.
23-9. Not a bad first season here. Overall, I’m 89-36, .712, for 4 seasons.
On 7/11/1964, after a hiatus of almost 26 months, I got my first “2 for 1.” I was 21 years old and a junior at Omaha. I was working in the school’s basketball program’s summer camp. During the summer there weren’t a lot of people on campus, just those running or taking part in things like sports camps, science camps, and things like that, and some summer school students, and the adults involved with all of that as well as all of the other adults working through the summer.
During orientation week and during my first week of my freshman year here, some fraternity boys had given me a hard time on a few occasions. Hazing freshmen was a big thing in those days. I didn’t like it and I felt humiliated by it. I was never able to get back at the people who did that to me, didn’t know who they were, but in the summer evenings of 1964, as I wandered the campus, I noticed that there were frat boys around. I determined to get one. I got lucky and got two of them. There was a small wooded area on the edge of campus and the two frat idiots went for walks there. It was very secluded at this time of year. I managed to follow them a few times without being seen. I soon found out they were headed in there to have sex with each other. I didn’t and don’t care about that- gay, straight, whatever, I simply have no interest. But after they finished, they fell asleep in each other’s arms. I snuck up and managed to slash both of their throats. The second one started to wake while I was doing the first, but he never got fully awake or was able to do anything before his blood was running down his neck as his eyes turned vacant and glassy.
I wiped the knife carefully on their clothes and casually walked out of the woods. It was dusk, and there was no one around to see me. The next day I dropped the very carefully cleaned knife into a trash can in downtown Omaha. The double murder got a lot of headlines, but right up until this day no one has ever been charged with anything related to the killings.
I always feel good after I kill someone, but sometimes I feel really good. Killing some random stranger is cool but killing someone I know or know of somehow is way better. When I read about how people feel around sexual activity, I think it must be something like this, a delicious feeling that makes me all tingly. As I’ve said I don’t feel much emotionally, but at these times I do feel things and I love the feeling. These two little shits were probably planning how to make some freshmen’s lives hell.
Well, if it exists, now they’re there, where they belong.
I kind of do believe in a God and in heaven and hell; I have no idea what they’re really like, but I guess I think they exist. I know I’m going to hell, and I accept that. This is the way I am and the way I was made. The only way I will ever stop killing is if I’m put in jail or when I die. I couldn’t stop any other way. So, when I die, it’s hell for me. Nothing I can do about it, so I don’t worry about it.